A girl lay in her bed stiffly. Her dull golden eyes roamed intently at the ceiling. The small hands fingered the old blanket that had dragged her through all those years. The girl was a strange child. Children in her orphanage went missing every single day. Because of her.
7 Years later
Scarlett peered through the dusty window blinds angrily. So Ms. Murray had sent another family to take her, huh? No, she wouldn't give into love. No warmth for her, and that was the way she liked it. She stood up shakily when a knock came from the other side of her door.
"Get up, now! Up! Up! The Jonahs are here! You better be nice, or you'll be on bathroom duty! UP!" Ms. Murray screeched threateningly. Ms. Murray would probably be the closest thing to a parent to Scarlett. How sad. A trail of footsteps could be heard outside her door.
As she got up, Scarlett gazed at the mirror. A 12 year old girl stared back. She had soft, straight, jet black hair that came to her shoulders. Her bangs came to her left eye. And this was for a reason, for a gruesome scar had half- blinded her for the last 5 years. Her golden irises were set in cold, stubborn eyes that had never seen anything but cruelty, either inflicted by someone else or by her. Her petite body wore a plain grey blouse paired nastily with a grey skirt. Knee high socks adorned her legs and boring brown loafers were set by the bed. She held a pale complexion that suited her nicely. Scarlett showered and brushed her teeth and wore another outfit similar to her earlier one.
She took her time to go down the squeaky old stairs. As she approached the conference room, she noticed that the family was, well, not a family. A boy stood in the middle of the group, gripping a ballpoint pen and peering at Ms. Murray strangely. His black hair appeared disheveled and his green eyes were stern, but kind.
The next person was a girl. Her blond hair also appeared to be messy, as if it hadn't been brushed for a long period of time. She wore a Yankees cap on her head. Her stormy grey eyes also peered at Ms. Murray suspiciously. She held hands with the green eyed boy, signifying that they were probably a couple.
The third and last person was a boy that had the start of a wispy orange beard on his chin. His face graced modest acne. He carried crutches and limped pathetically when he walked. He wore a green knit- cap that clashed magnificently with his red hair, and he appeared to be chewing something shiny, which Scarlett could've sworn was tin.
"We're here for Scarlett." The blond girl said carefully, as she reached into her pocket.
"Annabeth, go for the left flank." The black haired boy muttered.
The blond girl looked annoyed and said "Percy, I'm not an idiot, I've fought Dracaena before."
Scarlett looked confused as she turned to look at Ms. Murray. Only it wasn't Ms. Murray. The shriveled old woman with wispy grey hair that Scarlett had known all her life had turned into a reptilian woman with a snake's body. She hissed and said " I should kill you all now. But Kronossssssss would be angry, and we wouldn't like him to be angry, now would we?"
Ms. Murray lunged for the black haired boy suddenly. Then she froze. The snake lady screeched and exploded into a golden dust, revealing the black haired boy holding a bronze sword.
"Scarlett, you've gotta come with us. Now." The red-haired boy bleated.
"What the heck just happened? Did you just vaporize Ms. Murray? I mean, I'm not complaining there, but you just killed her!" Scarlett was the type who needed to know everything, about everything.
"Hey, no time to explain, follow us, now."
AUTHOR'S NOTE- Whoo, just finished the first chapter of Father Time! Haha, this is my first Fanfiction, so take it easy on me! :] Sorry it's so short though. :[